gunga galunga:Man, could you imagine the reaction if he had turned out to be a brony?

Oh, please. A brony's idea of a terrorist act would be an improvised explosive device which rained confetti and streamers down on everyone, several strategically-placed pinatas and the whole thing would be followed up with a group hug and sing-a-long.

Now one of those 'Pound Puppies' fanboys, they'll fark UP a pet store if they're getting the critters from puppy mills. And the crazy cat ladies who read 'Cathy' and 'Garfield' will stab a man just to watch him bleed.

Tatsuma:geekbikerskum: So what's with all the d-bags doing "tough-guy" poses? Is that yet another example of "what not to do"?

The guy was a felon and illegally bought those guns. He was also flashing them around to anyone he met

Oh wow. Yeah, that's an extra helping of dumbass, right there. Didn't read the news articles that Wonkette linked to, but it's right there in one of 'em.

Still, even among people who are legally entitled to possess such things, I don't understand it. At the very least it's "Hi! I have lots of stuff you can steal and get top dollar for if you sell it to your criminal buddies!"

SpiderQueenDemon:gunga galunga: Man, could you imagine the reaction if he had turned out to be a brony?

Oh, please. A brony's idea of a terrorist act would be an improvised explosive device which rained confetti and streamers down on everyone, several strategically-placed pinatas and the whole thing would be followed up with a group hug and sing-a-long.

Now one of those 'Pound Puppies' fanboys, they'll fark UP a pet store if they're getting the critters from puppy mills. And the crazy cat ladies who read 'Cathy' and 'Garfield' will stab a man just to watch him bleed.

One of my favorite The Onion headlines: "KISS Army Rocked by Allegations of Propriety"

"The investigation, which implicates a number of high-level Kiss Army members, cites numerous reports of 'highly inappropriate behavior among Kiss Army members,' including marriage, steady employment and child-rearing."

SpiderQueenDemon:Oh, please. A brony's idea of a terrorist act would be an improvised explosive device which rained confetti and streamers down on everyone, several strategically-placed pinatas and the whole thing would be followed up with a group hug and sing-a-long.

No I'm fairly sure it would involve showering everyone in pony torture porn.

SpiderQueenDemon:gunga galunga: Man, could you imagine the reaction if he had turned out to be a brony?

Oh, please. A brony's idea of a terrorist act would be an improvised explosive device which rained confetti and streamers down on everyone, several strategically-placed pinatas and the whole thing would be followed up with a group hug and sing-a-long.

Now one of those 'Pound Puppies' fanboys, they'll fark UP a pet store if they're getting the critters from puppy mills. And the crazy cat ladies who read 'Cathy' and 'Garfield' will stab a man just to watch him bleed.

Oh wow. Yeah, that's an extra helping of dumbass, right there. Didn't read the news articles that Wonkette linked to, but it's right there in one of 'em.

Still, even among people who are legally entitled to possess such things, I don't understand it. At the very least it's "Hi! I have lots of stuff you can steal and get top dollar for if you sell it to your criminal buddies!"

But at he most it's "Hi! I am a raging paranoid lunatic with lots of stuff you can tryto steal. When I catch you, I get to chain you up, beat you, and play judge, jury, bailiff, court reporter, and executioner".

You can shiat on the Juggalos all you like, but they saved my life. About 5 yeas ago, I had to do a three year bit in Chino for some parking meter vandalism. I was scared shiatless. My aunt told me to join the meanest farking gang in the place and then to brain a guard She said I would be left alone. I was too afraid to do that. My first few days were tough. White supremacists, M13, the blacks. They all wanted a part of me. Then one day I was in the bathroom and this guy with face paint came up to me and asked to me come look at something. He proceeded to show me a toilet flushing. In a bewildered tone he screamed, "How the fark does that work?" I explained it to him, and I was a Juggalo from that day on.There were about 10 of us. We were excused from work, because none of the rest of the gang knew how to work laundry machines or woodworking equipment. We didn't have to eat in the big mess hall, because our presence bewildered the other inmates, because they thought the circus was in town, which caused a weird mix of nostalgic crying and rioting. We also didn't shower, because the ICP had a temporary injunction, arguing that face paint was speech.I spent my days with my fellow gang members explaining gravity, colors, simple mathematics, and the concept of truth. I would have been dead without their protection. For that I am eternally grateful.

You can't have a juggalo thread with out some dancing juggalettes to get things all hot and heavy...very heavy. And sweaty. I'd imagine it's pretty smelly too, but hey I don't want to ruin the fantasy.

You can't have a juggalo thread with out some dancing juggalettes to get things all hot and heavy...very heavy. And sweaty. I'd imagine it's pretty smelly too, but hey I don't want to ruin the fantasy.

HortusMatris:Juggalos. Because nothing intimidates people and earns respect like dressing up like a goth clown and spraying Faygo all over the place.

I tend to just assume anyone in such getup suffers from some form of congenital mental retardation, because they're easily confused and I can't help but feel that were I to accidentally call a mental cripple a Juggalo it'd be a horrible insult to them.

SpiderQueenDemon:gunga galunga: Man, could you imagine the reaction if he had turned out to be a brony?

Oh, please. A brony's idea of a terrorist act would be an improvised explosive device which rained confetti and streamers down on everyone, several strategically-placed pinatas and the whole thing would be followed up with a group hug and sing-a-long.

Now one of those 'Pound Puppies' fanboys, they'll fark UP a pet store if they're getting the critters from puppy mills. And the crazy cat ladies who read 'Cathy' and 'Garfield' will stab a man just to watch him bleed.

They will stab him in the first panel, watch him bleed for like the next 9 and in the last one go 'Arggggg! Maybe I shouldn't have asked him if I looked fat.'

geekbikerskum:Tatsuma: geekbikerskum: So what's with all the d-bags doing "tough-guy" poses? Is that yet another example of "what not to do"?

The guy was a felon and illegally bought those guns. He was also flashing them around to anyone he met

Oh wow. Yeah, that's an extra helping of dumbass, right there. Didn't read the news articles that Wonkette linked to, but it's right there in one of 'em.

Still, even among people who are legally entitled to possess such things, I don't understand it. At the very least it's "Hi! I have lots of stuff you can steal and get top dollar for if you sell it to your criminal buddies!"

You mean like walking around with your iPhone while listening to your Beats Audio headphones.

NutWrench:The kid's father seems to have a few issues:"The government's railroading my kid, probably because of all the bombings and crap," he said looking up from his work. "It's just like the Boston one. All of us believe that's false. A government deal."Jeffrey Rogers said all the guns seized belonged to him and were legally owned. As far as pipe bombs, there were "none that I know of." He is a plumber by trade, and pipes may be lying around the area.

Uh huh.

I have some reloading equipment, including cans of gunpowder. Years ago, a cop buddy was over and noticed some left-over galvanized water pipes in the basement. He said, "If you ever got into trouble, the authorities and media would call this a bomb-making factory".

Sandelaphon:You can shiat on the Juggalos all you like, but they saved my life. About 5 yeas ago, I had to do a three year bit in Chino for some parking meter vandalism. I was scared shiatless. My aunt told me to join the meanest farking gang in the place and then to brain a guard She said I would be left alone. I was too afraid to do that. My first few days were tough. White supremacists, M13, the blacks. They all wanted a part of me. Then one day I was in the bathroom and this guy with face paint came up to me and asked to me come look at something. He proceeded to show me a toilet flushing. In a bewildered tone he screamed, "How the fark does that work?" I explained it to him, and I was a Juggalo from that day on.There were about 10 of us. We were excused from work, because none of the rest of the gang knew how to work laundry machines or woodworking equipment. We didn't have to eat in the big mess hall, because our presence bewildered the other inmates, because they thought the circus was in town, which caused a weird mix of nostalgic crying and rioting. We also didn't shower, because the ICP had a temporary injunction, arguing that face paint was speech.I spent my days with my fellow gang members explaining gravity, colors, simple mathematics, and the concept of truth. I would have been dead without their protection. For that I am eternally grateful.

You can't have a juggalo thread with out some dancing juggalettes to get things all hot and heavy...very heavy. And sweaty. I'd imagine it's pretty smelly too, but hey I don't want to ruin the fantasy.

Enjoy!

A few things I noted from that:

they weren't really moshing so much as kind of pushing each otherthey actually care about the other people in the pit (when one girl falls, the others pick her back up)the really fat girl is having trouble keeping her pants upnone of them had the make up onI didn't see any Faygo

luxup:You mean like walking around with your iPhone while listening to your Beats Audio headphones.

Yeah, from the earliest days of the iPod I always thought those white earbuds screamed "MUG ME!" I have an older iPod but I use a set of nondescript headphones with it. Hopefully someone thinks I just have some broke-ass Discman or something in my backpack.